We are falling from the stars
Slippering on Milky Way
Smothered with our battle scars…
Will you take my heart away
From the cold and from the dark
To the gold light, to the suns,
To the trees with warming bark,
To the world without guns?
I will hug you do you mind?
Speak to me, oh, mon amour.
Leave your loneliness behind.
I will be with you toujours.
26.11.2015
Mon amour. eng
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